But suppose she fell in love with the young scamp ?" "Men fall in love," she replied sagely.

"Women only fall in love in stories--Turkish stories.

They love their husbands." "You amaze me," said I.
"Ye-es," said Carlotta.
"But in England, a man wants a woman to love him before he marries her." "How can she ?" asked Carlotta.
This was a staggering question.
"I don't know," said I, "but she dus." "Then before I marry a man in England I must love him?
But I shall die without a husband!" "I don't think so," said I.
"I must begin soon," said Carlotta, with a laugh.
A sinuous motion of her serpentine young body enabled her to bend her face down to mine.
"Shall I love Seer Marcous?
But how shall I know when I am in love ?" "When you appreciate the exceeding impropriety of discussing the matter with your humble servant," I replied.
"When a girl is in love she does not speak about it ?" "No, my dear.

She lets concealment like a worm i' the bud feed on her damask cheek." "Then she gets ugly ?" "That's it," I answered.

"You keep on looking in the glass, and when you perceive you are hideous then you'll know you are in love." "But when I am so ugly you will not want me," she objected.